“Who else could it be?” Xinluo glared at her.
“Oh…” Her expression turned ugly, and Xinmei, usually chatty like a sparrow, was momentarily speechless, and the hospital room fell into an eerie silence.
“Sis, what do you want to do?” Xinmei felt that continuing to stay silent wasn’t a solution, and finally spoke again.
The first time I saw a lost and helpless expression on Xinluo’s face: Xinmei felt both heartache and anger, everything was Xier’s fault, turning her usually confident and intelligent sister into this state. “My meaning is… do you want to stay?” Her small hand unconsciously touched her abdomen, Xinluo shook her head. “I don’t know.” But not keeping the child… she felt would be the most cruel act. “Sister, you must make a decision. If you want to keep the child, as your sister, I will absolutely and unconditionally help you. If Dad wants to hit or scold you, I’ll kneel with you, I’ll support you to the end!” At this moment, her sister definitely needed strong and powerful support: since childhood, Xinluo had always loved her most, and now she certainly couldn’t hesitate. Xinmei’s words made Xinluo’s eyes well up with hot tears. She had always thought she would need to work hard to comfort her easily excited emotions, but unexpectedly, it was Xinmei who comforted her. “Ah… ah… why are you crying for no reason?” Xinmei saw her crying, and her own eyes reddened uncontrollably, “Isn’t it just being beaten by Dad together? We weren’t beaten like this when we were kids.” “I don’t know why I’m crying…” Xinluo sniffled, “Maybe after becoming pregnant, one becomes more prone to crying?” The small hospital room was warm with atmosphere, and the two sisters who were close hugged each other, crying and laughing.
“Xinluo, where have you been these past two days? Your phone is unreachable, and you’re not at home.” Finally meeting her at the foot of her building, Xia’erxi’s sense of unease finally settled. During the two days Xinluo had gone silent, he had almost gone crazy, suspecting all kinds of possibilities, and was just a step away from calling Gao Yizhe.
Xinluo turned back in surprise; she hadn’t expected him to be waiting for her downstairs. He had always been like an arrogant emperor, dramatically appearing at her residence each time.
“I was hospitalized,” she said with a faint smile.
“Hospitalized?” His response was unexpected.
“Is your health okay?”
Upon hearing the words “health”, Xinluo slightly shrank.
“It’s nothing, just a cold.”
“Really?” Xia’erxi frowned, vaguely feeling something was off but unable to pinpoint exactly what.
“Would you like to come up?” Xinluo opened the door and turned back to ask.
“Okay.”
After entering, Xinluo brewed hot tea for them. They sat quietly in the living room, neither speaking first, each lost in thought.
She was hesitating whether to mention her pregnancy, while he was thinking about her relationship with Gao Yizhe. Though sitting so close, they felt worlds apart.
“…How are you planning to handle Lan Zhenyun’s pregnancy?” Xinluo finally asked after a long silence.
“Hm?” Hearing this, Xia’erxi glanced at her in surprise, his astonishment undisguised.
